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Aria POV “How dare you challenge the throne Adrian !” One of the other men seated beside the throne stood up and demanded. “It is not a challenge your highness, it is destiny. Aria. The Hybrid Werewolf, coming to save the kingdom from the evils that you have placed in it.” I stared at the man once more and then back to the king, seated on the throne. “Adrian , you have done the abominable and you should be punished for that…” One of the men once again said, but was held back by the king, who gazed in my direction with keen interest.

It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood. The lair was silent again, but the air felt charged, as if the power of Aria and Light had infused the space with an undercurrent of electricity. I could sense the weight of Nathan's words settling among us. Hybrids like Aria and Light were rare jewels, powerful, precise, and potentially game-changing in the conflict ahead. I glanced at Aria, then at Light. They were calm, but I knew they understood the significance of what they'd just displayed.

Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch. When his lips finally released mine, I opened my eyes to peer into his lust-filled gray ones. That was my best and first orgasm at the hands of a man. A gasp left my mouth when he pulled his fingers out. I looked between us to see my virgin blood coating them, and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry about that,” I muttered, mild embarrassment lacing my voice. Orlando’s smile was unfazed. “This isn’t something I’d be embarrassed about,” he whispered thickly. “This is an honor. Thanks for giving it to me, Arianna.”

I went ahead and introduced her to Ravenna, who didn't waste any time walking closer to her while sniffing her. By the gods... 'What are you doing?' I asked while maintaining a slight smile physically. Ravenna circled Aria for a while before replying telepathically. 'Just checking if she's really a werewolf. I thought I smelt some magic coming off her for a second there.' Magic? That was impossible, Aria was a werewolf. If she was some kind of witch-werewolf hybrid, then I would've found out during our very first meeting. Anyway, I ended up kicking Ravenna out of my mind altogether, not wanting any distractions as I interacted with Aria.

France. Mrs. France scanned the book. Page-by-page, until she stopped and read the words silently before translating their meaning to Aria. She looked up at Aria with hopeful eyes. "With the full moon and the alpha's blood running in your veins, there is no doubt you will survive this," she said. "But, I need to warn you," Mrs. France said, closing the book after getting the information they needed. "Becoming a hybrid is contaminating your pure blood. You will be an abomination of your kind."

He sits up immediately, his expression innocently guilty. “I promise it’s just a few questions this time.” “Ask now, before I change my mind.” I tease. “Who is the hybrid?” He asks, those large eyes peering up at me through the darkness. I wait for my body to still as it always does at the sound of him, but it doesn’t. That’s a good sign. “No one knows what he looks like,” I respond calmly. “But they say he is part vampire and part werewolf.” “And he killed you papa.” He says quietly.

He handed over the baby to Aurora and she shows her to them. "Behold the daughter of Uriel and Kierra. The child's name is Aria. Both Amenadiel and Azrael were bewildered and stood slack-jawed with surprise. "Never fear, she may be a hybrid child but she has a mortal body and soul. She is very much human, she is innocent and harmless as she appears," he carefully explains. "How can you tell that the hybrid child is not an abomination to the realms?" Amenadiel inquisitively asks.

Labeled: "ORIGIN TEXTS—RESTRICTED—AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY—PENALTY: DEATH" Death for reading. That meant something important. Aria broke the glass. Her shadows ignore the magical wards. Pulled out books. Old. Ancient. Handwritten in languages she didn't recognize. Except—she could read them. Somehow. The words make sense. Like her, Luna's power was translating. Interpreting. Understanding. She read. And with each page, her blood ran colder. "Oh no," she whispered. "Oh no no no." "Aria?" Thorne appeared. "What did you find?"

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.